Quiet on Set (Jenlisa)

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THIRD PERSON POV

Tension. It can be described as many things.
The chemistry between two or more people that feel a burning urge within themselves to touch, to taste, to claim.

While others could be described as awkward, a feeling of uneasiness where your brain just wants you to run as far away from that situationas possible.

Then there's some where you simply want to pop someone's head off because the anger within you is increasing with each second.

So what happens when you feel all of it at once?

"Are you ready?" Jennie asked as she glanced at her Co star.

The two girls stood at the door, shoulder to shoulder and their eyes focusing on the three people approaching them from the driveway. Lisa's heart pounding in her chest was loud enough to hear.

"No." She mumbled.

"It's okay, I'm right here if you need me." She whispered

Lisa furrowed her brows when she felt a warm touch on her palm, the girl glanced down to see that Jennie had intertwined their fingers.

Her hand was just as soft and warm as she'd hoped and intertwine in hers. Her hand fit perfectly in Lisa's, her long and thin fingers completing the space left.

That smile Jennie held was the prettiest thing Lisa had seen in a while, it extended to her dark brown feline eyes and deep into your soul, setting her nerves silent. Jennie hand a gentle touch, an honesty that was a purity in her smile.

Her hands held Lisa's for no more than a few second then were pulled away and thrust back into the pockets of her soft pants when the two adults reached the door.

"Ugh God, this is where you're living?" A tall woman said in disgust when her eyes landed inside the house.

The woman stood there in her white tress that started a bit below her chin and hugged her entire body with smooth curves, stopping to her heels. Her jawline was sharp, enough to cut the body of her enemies. A blood-red lipstick met her lips to match her long acrylic nails. There wasn't a spot wrinkle on her face, it seems as if it was chiseled from a tan stone, ever so perfect.

She lifted her shades from her eyes and tucked it onto her brown hair and Jennie's breath hitched in her throat. The brunette could definitely see where Lisa got her looks from.

"Evening to you too. Mother." Lisa gritted through her teeth.

"Don't call me mother, it makes me feel old." The woman scoffed.

"Then what the hell are you?" Lisa spat.

Jennie mentally cringe to herself at the small tension between the two women. Lisa's mother glanced in her direction and gave her death glare.

"Is that how I raised you to talk to me!?" She asked.

"Raise me? RAISE ME? YOU DIDN'T RAISED ME AT ALL" Lisa yelled.

"Okayyy, I think we should all just head over to the dining room." Jennie said, pulling the attention away from their heated tension.

But, she might have regretted that since another pair of eyes landed on her. Jennie swallowed a lump in her throat when she came face to face with a tall man, his hair was combed over and his eyes looked almost electric, shocking those nearby.

"Who is this?" He asked.

"Co star ona new project." Lisa mumbled.

The girl's parents stared into her soul, their eyes
piercing and running into her whole body as if it
wanted to paralyze her in her place. Jennie was
frozen, they didn't even look a day over fifty.